A Woman Cannot Be Yielded, Identity Confirmed

Lin Xuan angrily wanted to make a move, but a rebuking voice rang in his ears, audible to him and him alone.

"Are you looking to die?"

No matter what, Qin Luo's status as a prince was beyond doubt, and Gu Qingxue was Qin Luo's fiancée.

Back in the carriage, it could still be said that the two of them had been discussing cultivation techniques.

But not now. Qin Luo had his arm around his woman. If he got angry and went after Qin Luo, what would that mean?

Some things, even when everyone understood them perfectly well, still left room to maneuver so long as they were not laid bare.

Lin Xuan loosened his clenched fists, feeling unbearably stifled.

[Green light rose from his head. The humiliation continued to shatter Lin Xuan's state of mind. He lost 5,000 Fortune Points. The host gained 5,000 Villain Points.]

Qin Luo knew that today had gone far enough. He glanced at Lu Cang and said calmly, "Commander Lu, is it? I'll remember you."

A sharp glint flashed through Lu Cang's eyes and vanished. How could he not understand what Qin Luo meant?

Threatening him, a dignified Saint Realm cultivator!

He's just some wild brat who crawled out of nowhere, yet he doesn't know his own limits! Lu Cang sneered inwardly.

Qin Luo then looked at the somewhat dazed Chen Mo. "Chen Mo, right? Some Young Marquis you are. You've turned yourself into a joke."

"A friendly reminder: a simp, a simp—after simping to the very end, you'll have nothing at all!"

After saying that, Qin Luo strode toward the Imperial Capital. Today had merely been a small trial of his blade.

Li Yuan bowed to Lu Cang, then hurried after Qin Luo.

This Ninth Prince really was an ancestor sent to torment him. He was far too arrogant. Li Yuan complained inwardly as he jogged along, terrified that Qin Luo would stir up some new trouble.

Chen Mo was only a simp, not entirely an idiot. He looked at Gu Qingxue, his expression turning ugly as he felt his heart ache terribly.

In the end, he did not say a single word and simply turned away.

Gu Qingxue was flustered and confused. Looking at the people around her and hearing their whispers, she felt as though they were all discussing her, leaving her too ashamed to show her face.

After today, her reputation might be ruined.

When she looked at Lin Xuan and saw the deep concern and affection in his eyes, her heart found a little comfort.

She was a considerate woman. Rather than act lovey-dovey with Lin Xuan in public, she also headed toward the Imperial Capital. She needed to return home and report today's events to her father.

Since all pretenses had already been torn apart, she felt that adding more fuel to the fire might lead to the engagement being annulled.

Once Gu Qingxue had left, Lin Xuan's expression instantly darkened.

Since he had begun cultivating, this was the first time he had suffered such a huge loss.

Lu Cang walked up beside him and said in a deep voice, "You were far too impulsive just now."

"Even if he has not received the Imperial Clan Court's recognition, his identity is probably eight or nine parts out of ten genuine."

"To openly provoke a prince in the Imperial Capital—your nerve is truly enormous!"

"Once we return, I'll immediately send you out on a mission. Lie low and avoid the spotlight first!"

It was not that he feared Qin Luo. He was merely a prince with no foundation; his hand could not reach into the Demon Suppression Bureau.

Lu Cang feared that someone with ulterior motives would seize upon this matter and fan the flames.

"Thank you for your kindness, Commander Lu." Lin Xuan cupped his fists. "But until this matter is resolved, I will not leave for the time being."

"Hm?" Lu Cang frowned. "That marriage was decreed by His Majesty. Do not act recklessly."

"A great man need not worry over having no wife. Some women are not yours, and never will be yours."

Lin Xuan lowered his head and remained silent. How could someone as proud as him tolerate his woman being played with by another man, becoming a toy upon another man's bed?

Would that not be putting a green hat on his head?

Compared with Qin Luo, he was the one who had come first. He was Gu Qingxue's lover, her childhood sweetheart. They had known each other for more than ten years.

Could childhood sweethearts not compare to a prince who fell from the sky?

To hell with that. At worst, he would leave the Great Qin Dynasty.

A woman could not be yielded. This concerned a man's dignity. If he yielded, it would become a heart demon, and it would inevitably obstruct his future breakthroughs.

"Commander Lu, I have my own methods. Don't worry." Lin Xuan felt it was time to make some arrangements.

There were people in the Great Qin Dynasty more distinguished than Qin Luo, a mere prince!

Using a favor on this matter was, honestly, somewhat wasteful.

Of course, now was not a good time to kill Qin Luo. If something happened, he would be the first person suspected. Unless absolutely necessary, he would not make a move against Qin Luo anytime soon.

Once a few days had passed and the commotion had died down, he would send Qin Luo to the afterlife.

Lu Cang gave Lin Xuan a deep look. "You have a bright future ahead of you. Remember: do not make a mistake."

"Thank you for the reminder, Commander Lu!" Lin Xuan cupped his fists heavily.

This major incident at the gates of the Imperial Capital began spreading through the city, and Chen Mo became a laughingstock in many people's eyes.

Quite a few people also learned Lin Xuan's name. They had never expected that Gu Qingxue, famed throughout the Imperial Capital for her beauty and virtue, had been won over by Lin Xuan.

They were even more surprised that Gu Qingxue was about to become a prince's consort.

"This Ninth Prince doesn't seem so simple after all?"

"I think I've seen the Ninth Prince before. He seemed to be the Holy Son of Taixu Sacred Land!"

"The Holy Son of Taixu Sacred Land? It seems the Ninth Prince's talent is extraordinary. I'm actually looking forward to it now. It seems all nine princes of our Great Qin Dynasty are geniuses."

Qin Luo soon arrived at the Imperial Clan Court. After undergoing a bloodline examination, he was confirmed to be the Ninth Prince of the Great Qin Dynasty.

During that time, a Deputy Imperial Clan Chief named Qin Xiuyuan came over and personally examined Qin Luo's talent before leaving expressionlessly.

"So it truly is Bloodline Reversion." Qin Xiuyuan shook his head.

"It seems this Ninth Prince's future achievements are destined to be limited."

One of his subordinates asked, "My lord, hasn't the Ninth Prince already reached the Ninth Layer of the Divine Ability Realm? Doesn't that prove his talent is rather good?"

Qin Xiuyuan sneered. "He was merely forced to grow before his time. Countless heavenly treasures were used to cleanse his marrow and temper his meridians. Becoming a Saint will be difficult."

Only by becoming a Saint could one gain a certain degree of authority in this world. Saints and below were all ants—this was far more than an empty saying.

"And the Bloodline Baptism in a few days?" A strange glint flashed through the subordinate's eyes.

Qin Xiuyuan turned to glance at him and said calmly, "He is a prince. Do not direct your schemes at him."

"Otherwise, if this is pursued, even I will not be able to protect you."

The officials within the Imperial Clan Court were either members of the Qin Household's imperial clan or people carrying Qin Household blood. They were all relatives intertwined with relatives.

Qin Luo's sudden appearance had taken someone's place, naturally leaving quite a few people dissatisfied.

The subordinate immediately suppressed the thoughts that had just arisen in his mind and did not dare say another word.

"That's it?" Qin Luo asked.

"Reporting to Your Highness, the examination has been completed. It has been confirmed that Your Highness indeed possesses the imperial bloodline of the Great Qin Dynasty and is the Ninth Prince of the Great Qin Dynasty."

"Oh, is that so?" Qin Luo asked. "Then do you know which clan my mother came from?"

As soon as he said this, a confused expression appeared on Li Yuan's face. Li Yuan's mother was also of imperial clan blood, so by rights, he should know something about the imperial clan. Yet he knew nothing whatsoever about the maternal clan Qin Luo spoke of.

Thud, thud, thud... Footsteps sounded as Qin Feng strode into the Imperial Clan Court.

"Ninth Brother, if you want to know news about your mother's clan, ask me. I know!"

Qin Luo seemed to catch the scent of his own kind. He turned to look and saw a fair-faced man entering amid the adoring support of a group of beauties.

This was what a villain's standard entrance was supposed to look like.

As a villain, his own display was far too low-rent.